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地狱(英文原著)--丹·布朗

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简介:《炼狱》的主人公是回归的哈佛大学符号学教授罗伯特·兰登,小说以意大利为故事背景,以但丁的史诗《神曲2:炼狱篇》为中心,展开的一系列惊心动魄的历险故事。丹·布朗在小说中巧妙地融合了历史、艺术、密码和符号等元素,创造了一部崭新的惊悚悬疑小说。在谈到新书的创作过程时,丹·布朗称自己研读了6个月的相关资料,包括几个版本的《神曲》译本,不同的但丁研究者的注释,关于但丁的生平、哲学的历史文本以及关于佛罗伦萨的背景阅读,之后还前往佛罗伦萨和威尼斯,拜见了一些艺术史学家、图书馆学家和学者。...
  Perched on the back, Langdon peered back over his shoulder toward the soldier, who now raised his weapon and took careful aim. Langdon braced himself. A single shot rang out, ricocheting off the Trike’s back fender, barely missing the base of Langdon’s spine.
  Jesus!
  Sienna made a hard left at an intersection, and Langdon felt himself sliding, fighting to keep his balance.
  “Lean toward me!” she shouted.
  Langdon leaned forward, centering himself again as Sienna raced the Trike down a larger thoroughfare. They had driven a full block before Langdon began breathing again.
  Who the hell were those men?!
  Sienna’s focus remained locked on the road ahead as she raced down the avenue, weaving in and out of the light morning traffic. Several pedestrians did double takes as they passed, apparently puzzled to see a six-foot man in a Brioni suit riding behind a slender woman.
  Langdon and Sienna had traveled three blocks and were approaching a major intersection when horns blared up ahead. A sleek black van rounded the corner on two wheels, fishtailing into the intersection, and then accelerating up the road directly toward them. The van was identical to the soldiers’ van back at the apartment building.
  Sienna immediately swerved hard to her right and slammed on the brakes. Langdon’s chest pressed hard into her back as she skidded to a stop out of sight behind a parked delivery truck. She nestled the Trike up to the rear bumper of the truck and killed the engine.
  Did they see us!?
  She and Langdon huddled low and waited … breathless.
  The van roared past without hesitation, apparently never having seen them. As the vehicle sped by, however, Langdon caught a fleeting glimpse of someone inside.
  In the backseat, an attractive older woman was wedged between two soldiers like a captive. Her eyes sagged and her head bobbed as if she were delirious or maybe drugged. She wore an amulet and had long silver hair that fell in ringlets.
  For a moment Langdon’s throat clenched, and he thought he’d seen a ghost.
  It was the woman from his visions.
  CHAPTER 17
  THE PROVOST STORMED out of the control room and marched along the long starboard deck of The Mendacium, trying to gather his thoughts. What had just transpired at the Florence apartment building was unthinkable.
  He circled the entire ship twice before stalking into his office and taking out a bottle of fifty-year-old Highland Park single malt. Without pouring a glass, he set down the bottle and turned his back on it—a personal reminder that he was still very much in control.
  His eyes moved instinctively to a heavy, weathered tome on his bookshelf—a gift from a client … the client whom he now wished he’d never met.
  A year ago … how could I have known?
  The provost did not normally interview prospective clients personally, but this one had come to him through a trusted source, and so he had made an exception.
  It had been a dead calm day at sea when the client arrived aboard The Mendacium via his own private helicopter. The visitor, a notable figure in his field, was forty-six, clean-cut, and exceptionally tall, with piercing green eyes.
  “As you know,” the man had begun, “your services were recommended to me by a mutual friend.” The visitor stretched out his long legs and made himself at home in the provost’s lushly appointed office. “So, let me tell you what I need.”
  “Actually, no,” the provost interrupted, showing the man who was in charge. “My protocol requires that you tell me nothing. I will explain the services I provide, and you will decide which, if any, are of interest to you.”
  The visitor looked taken aback but acquiesced and listened intently. In the end, what the lanky newcomer desired had turned out to be very standard fare for the Consortium—essentially a chance to become “invisible” for a while so he could pursue an endeavor far from prying eyes.
  Child’s play.
  The Consortium would accomplish this by providing him a fake identity and a secure location, entirely off the grid, where he could do his work in total secrecy—whatever his work might be. The Consortium never inquired for what purpose a client required a service, preferring to know as little as possible about those for whom they worked.
  For a full year, at a staggering profit, the provost had provided safe haven to the green-eyed man, who had turned out to be an ideal client. The provost had no contact with him, and all of his bills were paid on time.
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